“We did edibles, James. Magic brownies. We didn’t hit the red-light district.” The father of one of our teammates handled the travel arrangements for the entire team. We got stuck with a random thirty-six-hour stopover in the middle of the Netherlands. Obviously, we had to seize the opportunity to check out a “coffee shop.” “But edibles are tricky, and we had no idea what we were doing. So, of course, we overshot and ended up super high,” Dallas explained. “Like, super fucking high.” Bailey and Shiv exchanged a look over the table that was somewhere between amusement and these idiots.
